"I'm Elton John, darling!" He said, grinning.
"Of course you are," Iris muttered, shaking their head and rubbing their temples as they grabbed their glasses, shoving them on their face.
"And you are Iris, I presume?"
"You presume right." They muttered, trying to be quiet.
"I'm Elton John, darling!" He said, grinning.
"Of course you are," Iris muttered, shaking their head and rubbing their temples as they grabbed their glasses, shoving them on their face.
"And you are Iris, I presume?"
"You presume right." They muttered, trying to be quiet.
"Good. Now, why do we need to be quiet, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm Elton John, darling!" He said, grinning.
"Of course you are," Iris muttered, shaking their head and rubbing their temples as they grabbed their glasses, shoving them on their face.
"And you are Iris, I presume?"
"You presume right." They muttered, trying to be quiet.
"Good. Now, why do we need to be quiet, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Becuase I don't want my foster dad to wake up."
"I'm Elton John, darling!" He said, grinning.
"Of course you are," Iris muttered, shaking their head and rubbing their temples as they grabbed their glasses, shoving them on their face.
"And you are Iris, I presume?"
"You presume right." They muttered, trying to be quiet.
"Good. Now, why do we need to be quiet, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Becuase I don't want my foster dad to wake up."
"Right." He said, voice dropping. "Did Dolly explain this to you, or do you want a quick summery?"
"I'm Elton John, darling!" He said, grinning.
"Of course you are," Iris muttered, shaking their head and rubbing their temples as they grabbed their glasses, shoving them on their face.
"And you are Iris, I presume?"
"You presume right." They muttered, trying to be quiet.
"Good. Now, why do we need to be quiet, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Becuase I don't want my foster dad to wake up."
"Right." He said, voice dropping. "Did Dolly explain this to you, or do you want a quick summery?"
"Who's Dolly?" Iris asked, shoving their bag under the bed and putting art supplies into a box.
"Parton?"
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
I love spanish! )
John laid down on his side. He was never sure how ling he'd have to listen, or wait til its safe.
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
"Yes. Country singer." He said, looking around curiously.
I love spanish! )
John laid down on his side. He was never sure how ling he'd have to listen, or wait til its safe.
((Yeah but listening comprehension + makes me feel like shit. Not fun))
Billy drifted back up when it seemed nothing was going to happen.
John turned on his phone to text Lucy, Parents are at it again
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
"Yes. Country singer." He said, looking around curiously.
"Hm, makes sense. I don't know a lot of country music, its not my jam."
John turned on his phone to text Lucy, Parents are at it again
Lucidia looked up from her note book as her phone buzzed, reading it and texting back. On a scale of one to ten, how easy would it be to climb out your window without being noticed? Or do you need me to come get you out?
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
"Yes. Country singer." He said, looking around curiously.
"Hm, makes sense. I don't know a lot of country music, its not my jam."
"Honestly, I only know a few people myself. And that's just because I've met them in the after life."
John turned on his phone to text Lucy, Parents are at it again
Lucidia looked up from her note book as her phone buzzed, reading it and texting back. On a scale of one to ten, how easy would it be to climb out your window without being noticed? Or do you need me to come get you out?
cant leave kaykay here, dads downstairs, cant sneak by
Omw. Bringing the fire ladder. She jumped up, running downstairs to leave.
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
"Yes. Country singer." He said, looking around curiously.
"Hm, makes sense. I don't know a lot of country music, its not my jam."
"Honestly, I only know a few people myself. And that's just because I've met them in the after life."
"Mhm, do you mind me texting Lucy and John?" Iris asked, pulling out a clunky phone.
Omw. Bringing the fire ladder. She jumped up, running downstairs to leave.
you're the best, Iris! John replied. His fingers were starting to shake, hearing his parents yelling just below the floor– mostly his father.
She grabbed the fire ladder from a closet before running out.
John stood up to go stare out of the closet window– luckily his brother couldn't hear it–their parents getting physical downstairs, fighting, but.. What could he really do other than escape?
Do,do,do… Waiting! And doing hoooooomeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooorrrrrrrrkkkkkkkk.//
"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm from London. Is she American?"
"Yes. Country singer." He said, looking around curiously.
"Hm, makes sense. I don't know a lot of country music, its not my jam."
"Honestly, I only know a few people myself. And that's just because I've met them in the after life."
"Mhm, do you mind me texting Lucy and John?" Iris asked, pulling out a clunky phone.
"Go right on ahead." He said, nodding.
"Thank ya." Iris said, typing out something quickly. At house, is everything okay? They texted into the group chat.
Lucida glanced down as she ran, knowing the way well my now. Not really, going to get Johnny cakes and Kaykay now. I'm almost there
Okay, I would love to help but I can't, my foster dad has a curfew for me. Iris texted, not letting anything else on.